OK, not really. But a day after the New York Post’s Bart Hubbach gleefully reported his paper (along with the New York Daily News) was no longer provided free of charge in the Mets clubhouse, so as to avoid alleged “bad vibes”, NewsCorp’s NYC tabloid has proposed a new tone for their infamous back cover headlines.
Presumably, an all-too-rare 2 game sweep at Turner Field isn’t worthy of such favorable coverage. Of the Mets’ .406 hitting center fielder (2 singles last night extending a hitting streak to 16 games), Mets Blog‘s Brandon Eddy asks, “other than the sun, is there anything hotter right now than Carlos Beltran at the plate?”
Putting aside the matter of Boston’s 7-3 defeat of the host Yankees tonight — a contest that featured Jason Bay being plunked by NY SP Joba Chamberlain (above) after hitting a 3-run HR in the first inning — let’s instead consider the respective clubs’ rehabbing superstars.
While P Daisuske Matsuzaka hurled 2.2 innings in Pawtucket’s 4-0 victory over Toldeo, Alex Rodriguez hit a pair of home runs during an extended spring training game. Clearly, his return cannot come soon enough for his loyal fans in the Bronx, one of whom is peddling the above t-shirt for a mere $10, just a a few away from the venerable Stan’s Sports World.
Congratulations to former Syracuse/Pistons great Dave Bing, who narrowly defeated Mayor Kenneth Cockrel Jr. today in a special election to determine a successor to former Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick. That’s not to say everyone is celebrating the Motor City picking a 3rd Mayor in such a short span ; while the Detroit Free Press’ Bill McGray acknowledges “as an NBA star and Detroit businessman, Bing exuded grace, style and know-how,” he also warns, “as a candidate, he sometimes sounded clunky and was vague bordering on amorphous.”
Asked in the first debate what he would do about fixing the city™s $300 million budget deficit, Bing said he couldn™t comment because he didn™t have enough information, even though public officials have been discussing the figures — all public information — in public for months.
On the WDIV-TV œFlashpoint show Sunday, Bing bragged that he had refrained from making campaign promises.
œPeople know who I am in this city, he said.
He announced he had a panel of 25 experts who would help him evaluate city government, but refused to name them.
In September, around the time the disgraced mayor, Kwame Kilpatrick, was pleading guilty to felonies, Bing moved into Detroit from a gated community of million-dollar homes in Franklin and leased a condo in a building near downtown.
There is nothing wrong with living in a gated community of million-dollar homes in Franklin.
Except if you are going to run for mayor of Detroit. Then living in a compound in a wealthy suburb 20 miles from city hall is different. No serious candidate for Detroit mayor in memory ” and probably ever ” has had to move into the city to run.
Not only did Phil Brown’s men extend their dramatic slide but their seemed capitulation depressingly manifested itself in infighting within the ranks as well. Daniel Cousin and Geovanni had to be separated to compound another miserable evening for Hull. Strangely, Brown said afterwards that he would not be speaking to either of his miscreants. He claimed not to have seen the incident he described as “a discussion” and even went as far to say “it shows how much they care”
Stiliyan Petrov’s 34 minute tackle on George Boateng led to the move upfield which saw Ashley Young deliver a typically inch-perfect centre for Carew to flick in from the edge of the six-yard box. There was a suspicion of offside; indeed, before he peeled off to celebrate, Carew turned to check for a flag.
Yet the goal stood, Hull heads dropped and as the players ran towards the tunnel for the interval so the frustration boiled over. Cousin and Geovanni had been no sort of double-act up front, but at least they came over all Laurel and Hardy when squaring up to each other, apparently blaming one another for another fine mess. It seemed that the Brazilian had paid for the ugly scene “ three members of the Hull staff had to intervene “ when he was replaced at half-time for Nicky Barmby, yet Brown revealed the change had nothing to with the “discussion”.
The Yankees and Red Sox are in the middle of rain delay at the Nu Stadium, and at the risk of making light of serious personal issues, let’s hear it for a member of the extended Bomber family doing her part to take the heat off Alex Rodriguez. From the Lincoln Journal-Star’s Lori Pilger :
The mother of Yankees pitcher Joba Chamberlain was arrested on suspicion of selling meth to an undercover officer in Lincoln.
Jacqueline Standley (above) was arrested Saturday night at her apartment at 1641 Prospect St. She was charged Monday with delivery of an exceptionally hazardous drug.
In court records, police allege the 44-year-old delivered a 1 gram plastic bag of methamphetamine to an undercover officer the night of Feb. 11 at her apartment.
Police sent the suspected meth to the Nebraska State Crime Lab where it was tested and confirmed to be 0.6 grams of meth.
Last September, the Lincoln Journal Star wrote an in-depth story about Standley, visiting her apartment in south Lincoln that was like a shrine to her son the Yankees star.
She insisted that she had been involved in her son’s life “despite what he and his father, Harlan Chamberlain, have told reporters ” and that her decision to let his father take the lead in raising him was because she struggled with depression and drugs.
“No. I wasn’t the greatest mother”, she told the Journal Star then. “But in the bad choices I made, I in turn made good choices. And one was for them to be with their dad a lot.”
In all seriousness, I wouldn’t wish this kind of bad news on anyone. Even John Franco. If ever a pitcher deserved a few days off — and with the weather this week he just might get it — it’s got to be Joba Chamberlain.
If karma is real, the Caps may be in trouble. They’re holding their workouts at their practice facility Kettler Sports Complex just outside the city making it impossible for media to cover both teams. They also took the interview podium with them. You know, that giant stage and banner with NHL and Stanley Cup logos on it? They took it with them. Odd, no? Not only that, but they’re not exactly being cordial with the Pens PR staff, and to top it all off, the soda fountain for media is broken. I know, I know, we are spoiled, but if you’re spending an entire day working in this building and there’s a soda fountain, is it too much to ask that it work? Maybe so.
Either way, we’ll see if any of this comes back to bite them, and we’ll see if I can find a drink ).
If the New York Times ownership fails to bully the 4 unions representing the Boston Globe’s workforce, the latter paper could be history within 60 days. In the eyes of longtime Boston radio hatefucker Howie Carr, dictating to someone at the competing Boston Herald, this is unquestionably terrific news.
They can™t brag enough about their Pulitzer prizes, like they™re on the level or something. Seriously, the limousine liberals who pass the Politically Correct Pulitzers around among themselves every spring ought to rename them the Olbermanns and run the awards ceremony live on MSNBC. Truth in advertising.
Belatedly, the Globe has been trying to present as its public face the salt-of-the-earth types in the backshop, guys who live in towns like Weymouth and went to work at the paper out of high school.
These are the same blue-collar Massachusetts natives that the bow-tied bumkissers upstairs alternately disdain or despise as mean-spirited bigots who can™t be trusted to vote the œright way.
Outside the employees themselves and a few limp bloggers, nobody cares about the Globe™s demise. Let the epitaph be: Smug Is Not a Workable Business Plan. These pampered poodles assumed they had a monopoly. Nobody ever has a monopoly, at least not for long.
I™ll miss the old Globe. It was a laff-riot – remember in 2006 when its crack sports columnist previewed the Final Four matchup between George Mason and LSU, except there was no such game. They were in opposite brackets.
One last thing to all my dear friends on the Boulevard.